Chapter 4387 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty Seven) Death and Life
With this thought in his mind, he did not dare to say anything against his will, or because he was worried that the hot tears would fly to his face again, causing burning pain to his face, so he told the truth: " There is a difference.”
"You still say that?" The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face looked at him and asked.
"To be honest." said the person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me."
"I made it so clear just now, do you still think there is a difference?" said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face.
"Yes." He answered.
"Is it still the same difference you just mentioned?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
He said: "And...something else."
"Anything else?" said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face, "What's the difference?"
"The difference between death and life," he answered.
"Who dies and who lives?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"The blue-armored people in the wild grass are... dead. The blue-armored people I have seen are alive." He answered.
"Alive?" said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face, "Which ones? Including those blue-armored people who were abused by you? They are already dead. Are you telling the contrary? Let me tell you, The blue-armored man in your mouth is alive at this moment."
"But the weedy blue-armored people... they... they can only move with the wind." He said. "That's alive, too." The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said, "They are alive now. What about those blue-armored people you abused? Do you think they are alive?"
"I mean..." He paused and said, "The blue-armored people I have seen...many...many of the blue-armored people I have never abused are...all alive..."
At this point, he felt that there was something wrong with what he said, and quickly added: "At least...at least when I saw them, they were alive. As for later...whether they died of old age, Then I don’t know. Some people I never saw again.”
At first he thought he had said enough, but when he saw the scary look the other party looked at him, he remembered what the other party had just said, and thought it was inappropriate not to mention the blue-armored people he had abused, so he added : "As for...as for the blue-armored people I abused...I think..."
He didn't know what to say, so he paused again, and then said: "They... they are different from the weedy blue-armored people. Those people at least... at least once lived."
The man with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face exhaled, causing the weeds to sway again, and asked: "Those blue-armored people you've seen, don't you know if they died of old age?"
"Yes." He replied, "I don't know, I just said it, because I haven't seen him since..."
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face smiled, but the laughter was more sad than the cry, as if it was not a sound of laughter, but a scream with grief and indignation.
"Have you ever seen a man in blue armor die of old age?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"No... I haven't seen it before..." he replied, "I don't think I've seen it before."
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked: "You have always seen the old man in blue armor, right?"
(End of chapter)